"You're welcome," he says. "I'm—glad I could help."

Fuck, she probably thinks he's a good person or something. Well, he'll have to deal with that tomorrow. And with telling her he can read her mind. He scribbles down his number and leaves, checking his texts on the way out.

Karen has since texted him back.

I'm pretty open for more tutoring this weekend, it looks like, at least in the afternoon on Saturday and Sunday. Any time between 1 PM and 6 PM. Just let me know what time and what day works best for you. Happy to help teach you whatever you need to know!

...man, he really doesn't want to deal with this right now.

But if he wants to pass that quiz, he'd better.

When the hell are all the things he said he'd do on the weekend, again? He has a date with Jenna and some lab work with Zoe and Carl and he really should've written this stuff down... he sits in his car, still parked in his spot at the apartment building, and attempts to assemble a picture of his schedule. He feels tired and vaguely like he might cry. Why does he want to cry, that's stupid.

In addition to studying for the quiz with Karen, he's got Saturday at 1 PM with Carl to finish up his lab homework from Thursday, Sunday at 1 PM with Zoe to finish up his lab homework from Tuesday, and while the date with Jenna is supposed to be this weekend, she hasn't actually texted him about it yet. And he's more or less promised Dani that he'll talk to her about everything that's going on, tomorrow. It's quite a packed weekend, but at least he's finished all his other homework. 

He tells Karen that Sunday at 3 should work, and thinks about checking on Valerie, and realizes that the thought of sleeping in her bed tonight fills him with dread for some unfathomable reason, and opens up the space behind the seats into a cozy little pillow nest and curls up in it and attempts to sleep.

Meanwhile, somewhere else...

Lorenzo, still furious, opens the door in his office. On the blueprints for the building, if one cared to look, this door leads to a small closet. Indeed, when most other people open this door, or when other people are in the room, that's where it opens to. Right now, however, it leads somewhere else, somewhere that definitely doesn't appear on the blueprints. He enters, dragging his pet behind him by the hair.

Instead of a closet, there's a passageway with stairs leading down, very much in the aesthetic of a medieval castle, with walls of smooth pale stone. Today the lights on the walls are tall white candles held in sconces; they flicker to life ahead of him as he descends the steps.

At the bottom of the stairs is a wooden door, and beyond the door is a room, cold and damp and chilly. The stone here is rougher and darker, although still smooth enough to make for even footing; the candles are dimmer, their flames faintly greenish, and there are two already burning. At the far end of the wall on the left, an archway leads to a brighter, more cheerful room, with a rug visible on the floor; at the far end of the wall on the right, a matching archway leads to a room with no light of its own at all, only a few ominous gleams as of metal catching the candlelight.

Between those two arches, an iron cage hangs from the ceiling by a single thick chain...

...and inside the cage there is a girl, curled up naked and shivering. A drop of water runs down the chain, gathering condensation along the way, and falls from the top of the cage to land on her shoulder; she flinches and curls up tighter, but doesn't make a sound.

Taking very little note of the surroundings other than to make sure the stupid bitch is still making herself suffer (and she should be, especially after what happened today, she's going to suffer more now), Lorenzo stops angrily down the stairs, still dragging Orchid behind him. He ignores the bumping sounds she makes and her cries of pain she makes as she's hauled down the stairs. She's under orders to make sure she stays healthy enough to serve him and will fix up any damage done to herself, and in any case Lorenzo is furious enough that spreading a bit of pain around only makes him feel better. As long as that useless whore gets the brunt of it.

Lorenzo bangs the door open with a kick and tosses Orchid into a corner to fix herself, ready to be used when he needs her, then looks up at the girl in the cage. "You worthless fucking bitch," he says, opening the cage door, grabbing her by the throat, and pulling her out onto the floor onto her knees. He slaps her hard across the face to wake her up and get her fucking attention.

She looks up at him immediately, crying.

He slaps her again, drops a piece of paper on the ground, grabs her by the hair and pushes her head down close to it so she can look at it. "What the fuck is this," he asks her, growling. "What the fuck does this look like to you?"

"—an invitation—"

Lorenzo growls again, really angry, pressing her face down onto the paper, pushing it hard against the floor. "That's what it looks like, doesn't it. But it's not, it's a fucking counterfeit piece of paper which anyone with half of sense could see if they looked closely at it but apparently you and your worthless power couldn't tell the fucking difference."

"I'm sorry," she says, sobbing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

He picks her head back up, looking her in her eyes. His eyes glow a pale yellowish white as he uses his power to make her sorry. "You should be. You're nothing but a lazy worthless fucking whore." He slaps her hard again, then grabs her by the hair, dragging her into the bedroom. His anger and her pitiful tears has made him hard and he's going to take it out on this stupid bitch. And he's going to make her fucking suffer.

He tosses her onto the bed, grabbing her by the throat, spreading her legs apart with his own so he can fuck her. "I really don't ask much of you," he tells her, his eyes no longer glowing. "Keeping people without valid invitations out of the secret floor should be easy even for a dumb cunt like you and yet you've managed to fuck it up and almost cost me my entire organization."

As soon as he's not holding her head down, she looks up at him again, staring into his face even though she can barely see it through her tears. She knows she has to look at him, to be open to his power anytime he might want to use it on her. She's miserable and terrified and in pain (and she deserves to be, she needs to be punished for her failure, she's so lucky to belong to someone like him who knows what to do with a useless piece of trash like her, she's grateful that he's still willing to touch her, grateful that he's hurting her like she deserves, grateful that he's using his power to show her how to feel so she'll get it right—) but she has to look at him, it's important, even when all she wants is to curl up in her cage and cry.

It hurts and it's awful and it should hurt, it's good that it hurts, it doesn't hurt enough because nothing is ever enough, she always deserves worse, but it's him and that's the best way to hurt, being fucked in a bed like a person, surrounded by comforts she can't have—it makes everything so clear, how much she loves him, how much she hates herself, how broken she is for not being able to want him, how generous he is for raping her anyway. (He could fix it, he could use his power to make her want him, and he doesn't, and that's good too, it's right for her not to enjoy this, it's right that she blazes with pain where he touches her, it's right that when he takes his pleasure from her she is punished and not rewarded. She should always be punished. She's grateful to him for reminding her how broken and awful and shameful she is.)

Lorenzo closes his hand more tightly around her throat, slapping her face with his other hand. Intellectually he knew he didn't need to do this to her, she would make herself miserable for failing him like this, he'd long ago made sure of that, but that really didn't fucking matter to him right now. He wanted to hurt her for this, he wanted her to suffer at his hands. At his cock. And it felt really fucking good to fuck her angry like this, to take the stupid whore responsible for all the cleanup he'd already done and was going to have to do and punish her for it.

"If it hadn't been for one of the Alphas," he told her, still squeezing her throat and fucking her roughly and angrily, slapping her stupid useless face again and again, "if one of them hadn't caught him snooping around and taking pictures, we'd have been fucked. I've had to do so much work today to clean up your mess you stupid whore, and there's still a few more loose ends to clear up, and it's all because you can't tell one stupid scrap of paper from another."

"I'm sorry," she says, blinking away tears so she can look into his eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm stupid and worthless and I deserve to suffer, thank you for punishing me, I'm sorry..."

"You fucking should be," he growls, eyes glowing, making sure she felt as sorry as he wanted her to, pressing his thought after thought about her failure and uselessness into her head as he though them. Still, it wasn't enough. Lorenzo wants to make her suffer, to feel her scream and sob and break beneath him. A rape like this was too good for a lazy bitch like her.

"Orchid, get the fuck over here," he shouts, not taking his eyes off of the stupid cunt in front of him.

Orchid, more than glad to obey her Master, the man she loved and adored and desired above anything at all, crawls over to the bed, kneeling and posing and looking up at him the way he likes her to. She smiles at up at him, making sure to look as pretty as she could for his pleasure, even if he wasn't looking in her direction yet.

"Yes, Master," she purrs, overjoyed to be useful to him. "What would you like for Orchid to do for you, Master?"

"I want this stupid useless whore to suffer," he tells her, still not looking in her direction. "I want to hurt her like she deserves to be hurt. Make my cock bigger while I fuck her, make it bigger and bigger until it tears at her and makes her scream as I use her. Keep making it bigger until I tell you to stop."

"Oh, yes Master," Orchid replies, reaching out to put a hand on him. It always feels so good when Master told her to change someone, she's so overjoyed to be treasured and useful to him like this. And it feels soooooooo good to use her power, making her horny and needy like a good obedient slut whenever she did, knowing she was making someone into exactly what her Master wants them to be. Her eyes glow violet with an effort of will, and she starts to change her Master, exactly as ordered, moaning softly with pleasure as she does so.

Lorenzo grunts with pleasure as he feels himself grow, releasing his grip on the whore's neck to squeeze her tits tightly. "You deserve this, you lazy cunt," he says as he grows, making sure she believes it. "You deserve to suffer for failing me and you're fucking grateful I keep you around after such a debacle. You're a lazy worthless bitch and you're going to figure out how to fix this when we're done here. No matter how long it fucking takes."

"Y-yes, of course," she sobs, staring helplessly up at him, flinching every time he touches her but never letting the pain distract her from looking into his eyes. "Thank you, Master, thank you for hurting me, thank you for raping me, thank you for making me sorry—"

And then it hurts too much to keep talking, and all she can do is cry.

Lorenzo feels better, finally, hurting her like this, feeling his cock get more and more tightly wrapped in her cunt as it grows, feeling her chafe and start to tear from the pressure as he fucks her roughly. His hands roam over her body, squeezing and choking and slapping her, and he finally feels like he's punishing her properly. Making her take the pain and suffering and hurt she deserves for that stupid fuckup at his own hands and cock.

Eventually, his cock has grown to the point where it's almost too tight, and he tells Orchid to stop, brushing her hand away from him. Then he roughly and quickly pistons in and out of her a dozen times or so, enjoying the sensation of tearing her from the inside like this, watching her cry with her face twisted in pain and anguish. With a grunt, he cums, hard, hands roughly squeezing her tits as he does so.